Monday, March 30, 2015
It was the usual beautiful Sunday of Spring, a beautiful sidewalk brunch on a quiet street, the recounting of the week with my buddy, texts to people we talked about or had not seen, updates from friends, a walk in the sun, skateboarding. . . and later, dinner with mother. She came over and ate, but did not stay long. The whiskey bottle was empty and I thought to leave it that way, but the sun was shining still in the wake of a full day, and I knew that I would want a scotch later, so I drove in the last glowing of the end of another day in Paradise.
I may stay home from the factory today. I haven't made up my mind. I would not mind making this work week shorter, but I have in me such an ingrained guilt about working and not working that it is difficult. I know others for whom it is not. I don't necessarily envy them, but today I might emulate them. A free spring day. There is much to do and not do. Sitting in the dark waiting for the sun to rise, I can imagine it all.
I downloaded a new app on my new phone that makes fake tintypes. For the moment, I love it for picturing my daily life. Here is my mother. Here is the liquor store. I have a phone full of them. You will see, I'm sure. I will become an iPhone photographer. There is an iArtist in me somewhere. I just need to dig him out.
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